Vorlage:Col-6

That's right, baby. I ain't your loverboy Flexo

That's right, baby. I ain't your loverboy Flexo, the guy you love so much. You even love anyone pretending to be him! Fry, you can't just sit here in the dark listening to classical music. I just told you! You've killed me! They're like sex, except I'm having them! I don't want to be rescued. Yes, except the Dave Matthews Band doesn't rock. I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan! I am the man with no name, Zapp Brannigan!

It must be wonderful. Check it out, y'all. Everyone who was invited is here. It's a T. It goes "tuh". Yeah, lots of people did. We'll go deliver this crate like professionals, and then we'll go home. Also Zoidberg. And remember, don't do anything that affects anything, unless it turns out you were supposed to, in which case, for the love of God, don't not do it! I had more, but you go ahead. I am Singing Wind, Chief of the Martians. Why, those are the Grunka-Lunkas! They work here in the Slurm factory. Soothe us with sweet lies. It's a T. It goes "tuh". Who am I making this out to? Is the Space Pope reptilian!?